As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
"It was indeed stolen by an Eastern martial artist."
"Finally found it!"
"No matter the price, we are determined to buy it back."
...
The foreigners present couldn't wait to snatch this thing back.
But we are all smart people.
Problems that can be solved with money should be solved with money.
Therefore, no one dared to even think of stealing the items.
"The crown and scepter crafted by our royal family belong to our greatest queen. The starting price is ten million, and each bid must be at least one hundred thousand higher. Please bid."
"Ten million five hundred thousand!"
"Eleven million!"
"Thirteen million!"
...
The prices kept getting more and more outrageous.
Lin Jingyu's eyelids twitched incessantly as she listened.
It seems that royal items are always the most attractive, no matter the time.
For Lin Jingyu, the higher the price, the better.
They were eager to bid as high as possible.
"Twenty-two million!"
"Twenty-three million!"
"..."
"Thirty-eight million!"
"Thirty-nine million!"
"Forty million!"
...
There are indeed more rich people in this world.
What Lin Jingyu and others considered junk was priceless to others.
As the price rose higher and higher, in the end only a few foreigners were left vying for this thing.
A sucker.
This is what a real sucker is like!
Lin Jingyu was secretly delighted; this money was practically free.
Under her expectations...
"Ninety-five million, for the first time!"
"Ninety-five million, for the second time!"
"Ninety-five million, third time, sold!"
With the strike of the gavel by the hostess, the price was set.
The item that almost cost over 100 million was finally snatched up by their biggest rival.
Lin Jingyu almost jumped for joy.
I never dreamed this thing would fetch such a high price.
She thought it would be good if it could fetch 20 or 30 million.
With this income, it seems I won't have to worry about money for the time being.
That night.
After the auction, Lin Jingyu went out for a late-night snack with a group of people.
A large group of about twenty to thirty people set off and went straight to a nice food stall, planning to book the whole place.
"You're planning to eat here?"
He Ziqian looked at Lin Jingyu helplessly, "We can find another place. There are so many people coming and going here, aren't you afraid something might happen?"